User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-3135907-20160423080135

The stoat shrieked in agony and tumbled to the ground, paws roving about his belly in a mad, frantic search for the dagger handle-

The ferret ran Boggear through before he could scream and turned on the final stoats, the first of whom charged at him and swung his sword in a downward arc toward his neck. The ferret deflected.the blow and counterstruck, smashing the beast's face from ear to jawline and splitting it open in an ugly mass of bleeding muscle and matted fur.

When he turned to slay the last of the brood, he found nothing in his sights but a distant form, pelting it at breakneck speed as though the white hordes of the north were on his tail.